Hanging in there
It was another foggy and smoky night in Portlandia. Wind speed is 1 mile per hour.
Sunday seemed stinkier than Saturday. Plus, the weather forecast took a slight turn for the worse. The rain that was supposed to come tomorrow is now not due until Friday. There may be some thunderstorms on Thursday. But otherwise, rain is unlikely, and the breeze is forecast to remain anemic all week.
And so we cranky Portlanders are just going to have to hole up a while longer.
The situation reminds me of the episode we get about once a winter. It starts with a really cold snap, east winds howling, everybody shivering. When the next storm comes in off the ocean, it comes in high, but the temperature in the valley below stays below freezing. The precipitation might start off as snow, but then it turns into rain up above, which freezes when it lands and coats everything on the ground in a dangerous sheet of ice.
When it stops, the weather forecasters start in telling us that hey, the trend is good, it's warming up, and any minute now we'll be above freezing. Probably tomorrow. The warm air is coming in off the Pacific. Already we've gone from 25 degrees to 30. Hang in there, we'll be thawed out soon.
Then the next day comes, and it makes it to 30.5 degrees. We're still frozen solid, but hang in there, the TV screen says. It should thaw out tomorrow.
Tomorrow comes and it's 31 degrees.
The thermometer stays stuck on 31 for about three more days. Finally it breaks with warm rain. We all scrape off the last shards of loose ice and cautiously go back to normal.
Anyway, here we are, waiting for another system to come in off the ocean and scour out the valley air. The anticipation and the impatience are familiar. So there's that. Come on, ocean.
UPDATE, later that morning: Wow, Portland says there's no garbage pickup today because of the foul air. Those folks roll every weekday except Christmas and New Year's, and so you know it's bad.